Sometimes Nothing is a Really Cool Hand

One of my favorite actors, Paul Newman, passed away today. One of the many things I loved about this man was the fact that he played these fundamentally flawed characters and rendered them as so human, and so fully lovable and worthy of being loved, that it filled me with hope. He was, quite simply, beautiful.

Of all of his movies, and all of the scenes that have stayed with me over the years, here is the one I remember the most often--the song I find myself singing whenever grief rises in my throat.

Rest in peace, Paul Newman.